We live in cold screens Lights shine brighter than the sky Touches slide, they don't touch Who still feels what's real? Profiles that never sleep Faces trapped in illusion The silence of a glance Got lost in the connection Can it be real? Or just digital? Can it be real? Or is everything virtual? The world asks for no password Doesn't need a signal It beats, it bleeds Imperfect, yet vital Likes are not embraces Followers are not voice Life is flesh and wind But who remembers us?